The Separation of Life

Life as unexplained to the little mind Grown to the desires of teaching Separated by the essence of value The little girl and her silver nugget Will grow to appreciate all That is of her demand So be it the little boy of lesser value With his silver plated nickels in hand He will appreciate all That is earned Friends these two of a wonderful life Childhood thoughts bring childhood dreams However, to the child the scheme is vacant Unlearned in their willingness to play Walks and talks these children have In the room of the open wood Together in games of Robin Hood. Tens and twelve’s are coming Teens will begin a new day The separation of life By the saturation of value A rose for you my love but yet, You give me a whisper “My mommy says I should never talk to you again You are not as important as I Can never be as I am Though I love you dearly We can no longer be friends” A growing young man sits in a room Of nothing; staring, At twenty jars of silver plated nickels A single teardrop falls “She was to be my wife” The separation of life.